You are a mystery, mister
And like with any mystery I can't apprehend
If you are dark or light,
And like with any mystery I can't understand
This mix of fear and delight
You multiply my shyness by a hundred times
You magnify my bold drive by a hundred miles
You amplify my sorrow by a hundred sighs
And I justify my madness with a hundred lies.
Your eyes do not look at me,
Your eyes pierce through my heart
And so my heart leaks towards you
Why in the world does your presence claim my heart?
Like with any mystery this is the silent part.